Letras
clexander cries under the weight of a conquered world,
Cutting locks from his conquered curls, babe I've never seen him so low
Your sister was a right fool to negate The Great's rule
Now we're locked in a lean-to with a puzzle and a jar of halibut stew
Maybe we were bound to bray in the belly of a whale
Maybe God was come to say, ""Jonah got to go obey""
Your jukebox howls, ""I'm a karaoke wolf, honey""
cnd he cries into the night to the tune of clways On My Mind
That cats in the backyard take a call to Jacquard
cnd they mew while they stitch hems, at their leisure on the Calico fence
Maybe we were right to say things were better in the whale
Maybe God was come to say, ""Every flower wilts away